#ft. nicola

[maximoaguilar]

@nicolasloane

[saltedearths]

@noirhistories—

Sitting down next to Nicolas by the porch, he hands him a cold can of soda from the bucket that he'd brought from home. On his lap, Buddy lounges as if he was nothing but a saint—which was wrong for all intents and purposes. Serves him right for bringing his dog into a goddamn mansion. "This place," he starts, his t-shirt mildly damp with sweat from exertion. "Are you serious? You ever think about just... bulldozing? I'm sure it'd take a lot less work than retrofits. I think the guys surveying were fully looking at you with dollar signs in their eyes."

[eroticsturniolo]

𝐐𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧, 𝐬𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐈 𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐂𝐡𝐫𝐢𝐬 𝐒𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐨𝐥𝐨 𝐱 𝐅𝐞𝐦!𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫…

𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠: It’ll be PURE SMUT

☆ ★ ✮ ★ ☆ ★ ✮ ★ ☆ ★ ✮ ★ ☆ ★ ✮ ★ ☆ ★ ✮ ★

“𝐋𝐄𝐓𝐒 𝐆𝐎!” 𝐂𝐡𝐫𝐢𝐬 𝐲𝐞𝐥𝐥𝐞𝐝 𝐚𝐟𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐡𝐞 𝐤𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐥𝐚𝐬𝐭 𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐨𝐧 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐠𝐚𝐦𝐞.

𝐂𝐡𝐫𝐢𝐬 𝐥𝐨𝐨𝐤𝐞𝐝 𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐚𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮, 𝐚 𝐬𝐦𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐬𝐦𝐢𝐫𝐤 𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐨𝐧 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐟𝐚𝐜𝐞 𝐚𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐧𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐠𝐨𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐨 𝐰𝐚𝐭𝐜𝐡 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐩𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐮𝐫𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫𝐬𝐞𝐥𝐟. 𝐖𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐡𝐞 𝐝𝐢𝐝𝐧’𝐭 𝐞𝐱𝐩𝐞𝐜𝐭 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐥𝐨𝐨𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐚𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐭𝐨 𝐬𝐞𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐬𝐥𝐨𝐰𝐥𝐲 𝐭𝐚𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐨𝐟𝐟 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐟𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐡 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐡𝐨𝐨𝐝𝐢𝐞. 𝐇𝐢𝐬 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐝 𝐭𝐢𝐥𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐬𝐥𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭𝐥𝐲 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐞𝐲𝐞𝐛𝐫𝐨𝐰𝐬 𝐟𝐮𝐫𝐫𝐨𝐰𝐞𝐝 𝐢𝐧 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐟𝐮𝐬𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐰𝐡𝐢𝐥𝐞 𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐝𝐢𝐝 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐥𝐨𝐨𝐤 𝐚𝐭 𝐡𝐢𝐦 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐢𝐧𝐧𝐨𝐜𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐞𝐲𝐞𝐬 𝐚𝐬 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐛𝐢𝐭𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐥𝐢𝐩. 𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐰𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐧’𝐭 𝐰𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐧𝐲𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐮𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫𝐧𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐡, 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐧 𝐚 𝐛𝐫𝐚 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝𝐧’𝐭 𝐡𝐞𝐥𝐩 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐦𝐢𝐥𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐜𝐚𝐦𝐞 𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐚𝐬 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐰𝐚𝐭𝐜𝐡𝐞𝐝 𝐂𝐡𝐫𝐢𝐬’ 𝐞𝐲𝐞𝐬 𝐰𝐢𝐝𝐞𝐧. 𝐓𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐭𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐥𝐲 𝐬𝐥𝐢𝐝 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐬𝐰𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐩𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐩𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐞𝐬 𝐨𝐟𝐟, 𝐛𝐞𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐬𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐛𝐚��𝐤 𝐝𝐨𝐰𝐧.

𝐂𝐡𝐫𝐢𝐬 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝𝐧’𝐭 𝐤𝐞𝐞𝐩 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐞𝐲𝐞𝐬 𝐨𝐟𝐟 𝐲𝐨𝐮, 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐞𝐲𝐞𝐬 𝐤𝐞𝐩𝐭 𝐫𝐚𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐮𝐩 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐝𝐨𝐰𝐧 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐛𝐨𝐝𝐲, 𝐝𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐢𝐧 𝐟𝐫𝐨𝐧𝐭 𝐨𝐟 𝐡𝐢𝐦. 𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐰𝐚𝐭𝐜𝐡𝐞𝐝 𝐚𝐬 𝐡𝐞 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐮𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐨 𝐬𝐜𝐚𝐧 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐛𝐨𝐝𝐲 𝐰𝐡𝐢𝐥𝐞 𝐛𝐢𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐥𝐢𝐩, 𝐛𝐨𝐭𝐡 𝐨𝐟 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐠𝐞𝐭𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐚 𝐬𝐞𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐜𝐮𝐫𝐫𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐥𝐲 𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐠.

“𝐘𝐨 𝐂𝐡𝐫𝐢𝐬,” 𝐡𝐞 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐝 𝐌𝐚𝐭𝐭 𝐬𝐚𝐲 𝐭𝐡𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐩𝐡𝐨𝐧𝐞𝐬, “𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐧𝐞𝐱𝐭 𝐠𝐚𝐦𝐞 𝐢𝐬 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠. 𝐏𝐚𝐲 𝐚𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧.”

“𝐇𝐨𝐥𝐝 𝐨𝐧 𝐚 𝐬𝐞𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐝,” 𝐂𝐡𝐫𝐢𝐬 𝐬𝐚𝐢𝐝 𝐛𝐞𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐦𝐮𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐡𝐢𝐦𝐬𝐞𝐥𝐟 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐨𝐟𝐟 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐜𝐚𝐦𝐞𝐫𝐚. “𝐘/𝐍, 𝐖𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐝𝐨𝐢𝐧𝐠?”

“𝐆𝐢𝐯𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐟𝐢𝐫𝐬𝐭 𝐫𝐞𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐝,” 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐬𝐚𝐢𝐝 𝐚𝐬 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐬𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐥𝐞𝐠𝐬, 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐬 𝐥𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭𝐥𝐲 𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐥𝐨𝐧𝐠 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐛𝐨𝐝𝐲. “𝐃𝐢𝐝 𝐈 𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐠𝐞𝐭 𝐭𝐨 𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐲𝐨𝐮’𝐝 𝐛𝐞 𝐠𝐞𝐭𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐫𝐞𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐝𝐬 𝐰𝐡𝐢𝐥𝐞 𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐲𝐢𝐧𝐠? 𝐎𝐨𝐩𝐬.”

[gcdfvcked]

continued from here for @carefuldosage !

nicola figured she couldn't be blamed for her growing affection for sulli. the girl was a stellar assistant to have in the office, to be sure, but it was sulli's eagerness to ensure all of nicola's needs were taken care of that set her apart—whether that was a suddenly cleared calendar for an afternoon, or a nice, slow blowjob under nicola's desk to help her boss relax after a rough meeting. sulli's overnight stays at nicola's penthouse apartment were relatively new, but she was definitely earning her keep, nicola would have to admit, noticing the beginnings of breakfast on the kitchen counter. "well, any time except right after you drop those into the pan," nicola noted with a smile, nodding at the waiting bowl. "looks like my timing was perfect…" she kept her fingers stroking through bare folds as she spoke, humming in amusement at the wetness she could feel building in sulli's pussy already. "i'm guessing you won't mind if we work up a little appetite before breakfast, then," she teased over sulli's shoulder, finally curling two slender fingers to almost casually slide them inside her.

[kennedyxwarren]

who: kennedy & capped! (message if you'd lke a closed starter!! <3)

where: merrock carnival

when: june 30th

"So, what do you think?" Kennedy asked the unassuming person walking next to her, a friendly smile crossing her face. She'd been wandering around the carnival grounds later in the evening, the crowded hours during the day being less her speed, but the later hours when things calmed down slightly. While she was fine with checking out some of the food stands and rides herself, she thought it'd be much more interesting with company. "Should play some games, or get something to eat first? Either way, I'm not picky."

[gaucheried]

closed starter for nicola grimm @smthliminal nicola's house.

he drives—not walks, even though he very well can—to nicky's house as soon as he got the call. something-something henry, something-something hockey... he couldn't quite make out the rest with how his sister was practically eating her words, though he knew that if her ex-husband is involved, it couldn't be good.

immediately, he spots her by the front porch, a thin cloud of smoke surrounding her as she restlessly paces back and forth. parking the car on the driveway, he all but leaps out of the door, bounding up the steps towards her.

"hey nicky." he greets her, stopping by the wooden pillar at the top of the steps, lightly toying with the keys dangling from his fingers. "you look like you've seen a ghost."

[complicatcd]

— nicola grimm ; adventure sports park.

He just couldn't stay off the ice. It wasn't the same as playing for a crowd of tens of thousands, but he'd found joy in coaching the younger league that wanted to grow up and do that themselves. There were a couple of stand outs, but the new kid in the group was without a doubt playing well above his age. Twelve and he already stood taller than a good part of the coaching staff. He was smooth on the ice and he played like it was in his blood. It was unlike anything the retired hockey player had ever seen and for the first time, he finally understood the hope his father had felt all those years ago. Except this kid wasn't his to guide and push towards success.

Still, that didn't mean that someone else wouldn't take an interest in doing it. So, when practice wrapped up, he made a point to hang around, waiting for Teddy's parent to show up. Henry had already traded out his blades for his worn boots when he spotted a much shorter brunette talking with the boy. In an instant, long legs were carrying him over to brag about the boy's talents, but every word of praise evaded him as the woman turned, bringing a thousand memories with her.

Nic. Teddy... Theodore? The bar owner choked down a decade worth of emotions and forced a a half hearted smile to his mouth, only catching part of the boy's excited rambling about having a retired Red Wing as a hockey coach. "Your son is one hell of a player," he finally managed to mutter, unable to speak the nickname they'd lazily tossed around years ago. It was only then that he recognized the similarities — the towering height, the dark hair, the talent on ice.

It couldn't be though. She would've told him, right? Would've reached out and gave him the change to fix what he'd broken? Then again, he hadn't deserved it. "I was thinking... he'd be a good fit for the travel team. It's competitive and it never hurts to get his name out there early." He was speaking on a script now, unable to form a single thought outside of their past. She was there. He was there. And now there was Teddy, a twelve year old boy who reminded him way too much of himself at that age.

@smthliminal

[acrossxthexclasses]

@mccallofthewild continued from here

Being a maid was something that Nicolas quite enjoyed. He never minded doing chores. Often times, they were calming for him. But the fun part? Was getting to have fun with his employers. Nicolas didn't care if they were married, or if they were related to his employer...As long as they were of age? You can bet his ass that he was going to try to seduce someone at each of his spots.

But Peter? Peter was an absolute favorite of his. The guy didn't even hide the fact that found Nicolas attractive, and Nicolas relished in that. Often times wearing cute little outfits and skimpy outfits just to tease him. Hell....He was considering getting one of those slutty maid outfits for halloween and showing up there one day. Just to see how crazy he could drive Peter with his ass hanging out every time he had to bend over for something.

But today? He decided to wear a cute little pink and white thong under the cargo shorts that he had shown up in. Which, of course, he ditched the moment Peter turned his back. Nicolas was wearing nothing but the thong as he continued doing his work, humming softly before gasping as he suddenly found himself being penetrated. Nicolas let out a whine as he gripped the edge of the table he had been dusting, practically shoving his ass and pussy in Peter's face before the other shoved that cock inside of him. "F-Finally..." Nicolas panted with a soft groan.

[canthelps]

@gcdfvcked liked for a starter from campbell

"you dont know how difficult it was for me to keep my hands off you all night" campbell gushed between kisses, her hands firmly planted on nicola's ass as she was backed up against a wall. "you wore this dress to tease me, didn't you? i couldn't keep my eyes off of you"

[dismaltouch]

a callum specific td for @whorifics so i can keep track of stuff ertjeo

[tooswcctx]

[drunk text]: im iss youu ( nic to kim ) ✨

It was far too late for Kim's phone to be vibrating, Nico was at his friends house and she'd already check in with him before he went to sleep so she was a little confused when she picked it up to check the screen, holding up a finger to the guy she was with to let him know she'd be right back. Walking into the kitchen, her eyes narrowed when she saw Nic's name on her screen with new message underneath, tapping in her passcode to see what the full message said.

For a second, she simply stared at the words and there was one simple explanation for this - he was drunk. Of course, he was. That was the only time he would have sent something like that. She really shouldn't have been surprised, she had told him she was going on a date this weekend. Not that her dating life should have mattered but it couldn't have been that much of a coincidence. Sighing, she thought about ignoring it completely but instead typed out three words, took a deep breath and hit send.

[01.03am]: Go to bed.

[endlesswoes]

➷Closed; Nicolas @baarra ↪ Location: Common House

In their time in Arcadia, Leandro encouraged his kids to make little art projects or cards of motivation for everything around. Each week they’d pick a different round of people to make something for and that week it’d been for members of Common House. It didn’t take long for Leandro to find most, but one kept him there closer to curfew than he would have liked. 

It wasn’t a surprise that he couldn’t find Nicolas anywhere. The older male was often seen everywhere and nowhere all at once. As if he’d disappear the moment you thought about him - not that Leandro thought of him much… other than ensuring his adjustment over time, of course. The hunter was quite different than most, though, that much Lea could tell from how quickly he seemed to take to his new reality. 

“There you are!” He called out, coming out of the basement just as the other male made way past him. “I’ve been looking for you everywhere. Here.” Lea handed over the letter and offered a smile, “The kids made some letters this morning. This one’s for you.”

[inhal4tion]

nicolas  frequently  imagined  his  return  to  red  creek,  dreaming  in  some  childlike  fashion  —  that  general  pipe  dream  of  returning  home  to  a  roaring  crowd  of  besotted  relatives  and  fans  alike,  all  pooled  into  sea  of  pearly  white  grins  and  unfettered  joy.  one  could  easily  imagine  how  much  it  hurt  to  simply  be  another  drop  in  a  pond  -  crimson  with  the  town's  past  and  present.  more  important  things  were  at  hand,  it  seemed,  and  the  most  selfish  strain  in  nico's  psyche  wished  that  perhaps  it  should  be  his  funeral  -  a  goodbye  party  instead  of  a  welcome  parade,  wouldn't  that  be  nice  ?  that  shouldered  grief  -  that  yearning  for  something  greater  or  something  past  seemed  to  come  out  especially  in  zak's  presence,  regardless  of  the  smile  he  easily  wore  and  the  shared  looks  of  two  souls  who've  been  through  hell  and  back  together  as  a  burning  joint  is  passed  between  their  grasps.  limbo  was  the  only  way  to  describe  it  —  standing  before  zak,  in  his  current  state,  he  sees  it,  but  every  other  part  of  nico  laments  for  days  when  the  bags  beneath  their  eyes  didn't  hang  so  low  and  grey.  “  i  didn't  think  you'd  would  come  back.  ”

@bittenmoths

[sundrunked]

“we’re all alone. that’s the truth.” ( nicki & louis ) / @bejcwcled !

"you might be right." louis had spent ... much of his past century alone. he had his highs & his lows, lows more often than not. bouts of solitude, locked away with his books convincing himself that it was fine, he was fine. & sometimes he was --- he had a temper, little patience for fools, liked his art & his quiet. others, not so much. " & what of it ? can't there be some solace in your own company ? "

[gcdfvcked]

closed for @wickedlvst, continued from here !

this is, admittedly, a little more personal of an errand than an assistant would usually run on the clock, especially with her boss there with her. it's monday afternoon and thanks to her busy schedule so far, nicola hasn't fucked lacey since last week, though, ensuring there's a little growing need between them even as they stroll through the high-end, members only sex shop together. "ohhh yeah," nicola purrs, side-eying lacey with a little smile. "here's the good stuff." before them lays an assortment of training plugs in various colors. each plug in the set graduates in size from tiny and almost cute to intimidatingly large, and each set provides a different color for its jeweled base—all the way up to one that's obviously diamond, given its sparkling. like the rest of the items here, nothing has price tags. the benefit of exclusivity comes with a cost, but nicola is obviously comfortable, here. "any color catching your eye, lacey?" nicola asks, raising her brow. she reaches down to give lacey's ass a comfortable, casual squeeze. "nothing but the best for my favorite assistant, obviously."

[saltedearths]

voicemail from dante for all three of them (or whomever you want, i just can't pick)

FOR NICOLAS.

"Nicky—Nicky. Pick me up, I can't use the fucking car, I think I had a way too strong cocktail and I thought I ordered from a mocktail menu. Fucking Christ on a bike—m'keys are in the, uh, front belt loop. Do not scratch my car."

FOR GENESIS.

"The files just make you wanna drink, so—I'm sorry. You know. No new leads, but we're working with what we have. Unless I can trace a pattern other than exsangunation, but—wait. I don't know. I didn't call. This never happened."

FOR ARIEL.

"Hey, My Little Pony, some of the people in the precinct invited me to come out, and it's twenty on one of the people at the bar if you show up and show out. Come on, I'll even split the winnings with you—stop using the stick in your ass and win me some money."